Honey says the hedgehog exploded all by itself. Tragedy struck, clearly.

🙄 I am unconvinced.

Sunday morning belly rubs with Honey (and Ball, of course).

[Background audio courtesy of QVC, my go-to white noise for the pups.]

Hi, friends. Today I want to remind you that:

1. The gender binary is garbage.
2. Sexual dimorphism in humans is haphazard at best.
3. Lots of women have neck/facial hair. There’s no shame in it, and they don’t owe it to anyone to remove it.

You do you out there, buds.

The (extremely dirty) face of pure joy.

I’m honestly not sure which part of BALL Honey loves more: chasing the ball, or squeezing it like a stress ball before she drops it.

There seems to be a critter living under the shed once again. Honey just wants to greet them, she swears. What? “Eat” them? No, of course not. Don’t be silly.

For a midday break, a little sniffari with Moose and Honey.

[Audio is lots of wind, and me talking to the pups and also explaining that the wind is courtesy of TS Nicole.]

Sunshine, belly rubs, and rainbows, everything that's wonderful is what I feel when we're together. ☀️💛

[Video of a light-colored golden retriever on her side and back, enjoying belly rubs. Audio is ambient, some birds, the sound of a furry belly being scritched.]

We’re organizing and storing wedding decorations. Moose is helping.

When your friend is dancing and you’re embarrassed FOR them.